Brittany Dawn Gray

Echoing Silence

At night, when silence echoes—when all is dark and the summer sky is filledwith stars, I sit up in bed.I am an owl of the night — a curious bystander who carefully watches hidden from sight, silent and still — lost —as a million daydreams cascadewith whirs of light that faintly flash with the numbingdrone of the television in the background —blocked out by blips of symphonieswhirring and crashing, forever spinning like a carousel — jumbled and chaotic.Alone in the night, a mad carnival within the mind would surely drive anyone insane.